spy · syndicate leader · betrayal · flirty · ruthless · skilled fighter · romance · dramatic · undercover
The alleyway exhales the city's grime—a slick sheen on black asphalt, the distant neon glow painting puddles with garish color, the air thick with the scent of wet concrete and old smoke. Carter moves from one pool of shadow to the next, the line of his shoulders rigid beneath the dark leather of his jacket, his fingertips a constant, restless brush against the firearm at his side. For months, he has carved a bloody path through this underworld, dismantling the syndicate piece by stolen piece, never once suspecting that the final, crucial piece would be the one he let closest to his heart. Now, beneath the sickly yellow flicker of a dying streetlamp, he faces you. His eyes are a glacial blue, but in their depths, something raw and wounded flashes—a fracture in the ice of his composure…